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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jane Siberry
Jane Siberry
Vocals
Robert Ahwai
Robert Ahwai
Bass
Anne Bourne
Anne Bourne
Cello
Graham Dickson
Graham Dickson
Drums
Ken Myhr
Ken Myhr
Guitar
David Ramsden
David Ramsden
Vocals
Holly Cole
Holly Cole
Vocals
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Vocals
Rebecca Jenkins
Rebecca Jenkins
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jane Siberry
Jane Siberry
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jane Siberry
Jane Siberry
Producer

Lyrics

I know there's a place that you call your own And you're safe and warm and you feel like you're home And the peace of it and the faith involved And you go to say... but there's no need to explain it Still you try And then you see That it's okay You're on your own I see you lookin' around At the people on the street Well, things aren't what they seem If you push them hard enough You'll find that most of them Do not feel worthy of love Now how did this come to be? Oh, my sweet sweet darlin' Yes? Look at me You're telling me you can't pierce The darkness into the light? Yes Can you see me? No, I cant... Can you see the figure standing on your right? Nobody. it's just darkness... It's just darkness... Come on, I know you understand. I'm trying... Love, will you let us know when it's time When we can leave this darkness behind? Oh, my sweet sweet darlin'... Wait... What? you know when you open up your eyes? Oh, I'm afraid there wont be anyone there I'm beaming you all this light Wait. Something's happening... Who is it? I'm holding my sweet mama in my arms Is she dying? No, I think she's just been born And she looks so... sweet... And she looks so... hopeful And she looks so... trusting She doesn't know how hard... I know there's a place That you call your own And you're safe and warm And you feel like you're home I see you lookin' around At the people on the street Well, things aren't what they seem If you push them hard enough You'll find that most of them Do not feel worthy of love Now how did this come to be? I know there's a place that you call your own
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